"Ria, did that old Pope say anything to you?" As soon as Ria came out, Leticia, the second person to privately respect the Pope, eagerly asked what had happened.
Ria didn't say much. Instead, she took out a pure, pristine white sword hilt and handed it to Leticia. "Take it."
"What kind of holy relic is this?"
"The legendary Holy Sword. That's what the Pope said."
Leticia stared at it in confusion. Did that mean the Holy Sword was broken?
Was all that remained now just the hilt?
And why had Ria brought it out to give to her?
"His Eminence the Pope said those holy relic fragments of yours were pieces of the Holy Sword. I'm not sure what they do, either." Ria looked a little helpless.
After all, everyone knew about the Holy Sword through legends and historical records.
And the Demon King, too.
So much time had passed that many of the records had become unreliable.
On top of that, the Pope had spoken to Ria in riddles.
Even though Ria was one of the most outstanding members of the younger generation, she couldn't be expected to understand riddles.
Riddles were puzzles with hidden codes. Those who knew the codes already knew what had happened, so of course they could understand them.
No matter how clever you were, you couldn't understand them without the key information.
No one knew what the Holy Sword did, or what kind of improvement it would bring once it was complete.
The optimistic Leticia didn't dwell on it. She'd brought back plenty of things from the Ancient ruins.
The Holy Sword wasn't all that tempting to her, anyway.
"We have to collect the pieces regardless. We'll find out once we've got them all." Leticia put the hilt away. "So, Ria, what should